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So… we are going on 3 weeks here.

3 weeks which represent the better part of a month — not quite 4, but more than 2. And since Jo’s arrival, I have to say that we are really doing our best to settle. Many people have asked, How’s Will? How is The Boy handling the new “arrival”? To which I immediately want to respond with eyes glaring laser beams of death — What do you mean? HE’S PERFECT.. But you know, he’s doing the best he can what with his entire universe being rocked, twisted and turned inside out. Babies are no joke, mind you. And if Jo could have come to us in more of a refined manner, then we may as well be catering to Emily Post… but she does have her demands. But if we can change the word “arrival” to something a little more suitable… something a little less Twilight Zone but with more of a life altering definition like SECOND COMING, right? Because we’ve been waiting a really long time to use that one… Meanwhile, Will is acting accordingly. Making the necessary adjustments and weighing his options as an ELDER. We suspect that he planned this detour and the Obsessive Compulsive genes will resurface in due time… until then, flying by the seat of his pants seems to be par for the course…and infer NOTHING from the golf reference.

Bluedog, on the other hand, has gone into complete and total survival mode. The ultimate protector. He knew this was coming… but in his infinite wisdom, he chose to wait until her arrival to engage the bomb shelter lock down. I think we have persuaded him to leave her side once, maybe twice in the past 3 weeks… Barking at cars that pass our house despite being 5 miles away… growling at leaves that fall… and MY GOD, if squirrels were once a minor blip in the corner of his eye — they are now the DEVIL HIMSELF attempting play Steal the Baby by simply thinking about approaching our yard. The other day he climbed into the UPS truck for a full on inspection and driver interrogation before Aunt Mary’s Nordstroms package was allowed to be delivered. We would question his tactics, but find ourselves somehow drawn to his rise of occasion. Aunt Mary, by the way, has spectacular taste when it comes to the color spectrum on pink — Bluedog approved the delivery.

And, me. Yes, ME. I guess I’m doing fine. Which I guess means that yes — I did just cry watching Out of Africa during a 4:30am feeding… but I might have done that anyway, baby or not. I mean 4:30am is ALL ABOUT CRYING. That is unless you’re under 27 years of age — then its all about making it to 5am. And then there was yesterday… when I realized that if I have any hope of continuing my career as a Designer that I have to change EVERYTHING ABOUT MY LIFE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE….. A grandiose and sobering realization that was easily squashed by a tall glass of Chardonnay, which consequently, made me drunk at a speed too fast to calculate. In other words, I think we are right on track with week 3. And while there really isn’t a reason to question where my little tolerance scampered off to, probably scared away by the Bluedog, we’ve calmed down today on all things future. Check in tomorrow when I decide to reinvent the wheel.

Its been a few days now since Guest Birds have started landing here at For the Birds. I am both boggled and overwhelmingly flattered by the response that I have received. It’s been fun to connect with everyone in this new and interesting way…  Although, I do have to come clean and admit, however, that this was not originally my idea. Bloggers have been guesting or contributing since the beginning of Blognation… But it is unusual, perhaps, for a website such as For the Birds.

It all started when I was approached by a woman that is writing an allergy cookbook for kids. Those of you that read this blog know that this is a topic that I am deeply involved with so — it should come as no surprise that I rolled out the red carpet and agreed to have the author submit a guest post in promotion of her upcoming book. We emailed back and forth  – how exciting, blah blah blah… then silence. Nothing. Just my voice echoing in the caverns of the internet… I waited for two weeks and then emailed her again…

See — I am an avid scheduler. I even schedule things that have already happened. And then there is my patience and the lack there-of. So the relationship was beginning to itch a little when she responded – Next week she would be sending me her piece. Hurrah! Quick to the Internet – tell the world! And so I did … Well, either I took my wit and hit her over the head with a cinder block or Ooops, stuck my foot out and Whoops down the marble stairs she fell… Or… (read from the bottom up)